Wolf Tales II

by Kate Douglas

  Wrapping her lips around the entire head of Luc’s cock, she slowly pulled him into her mouth. The tip felt smooth as silk, damp with his pre-cum, hot against her tongue. She gently raked the underside with her teeth, sucked him deeper, hollowing her cheeks with the effort.

  Luc groaned. His hips lifted almost imperceptibly, begging for more. Both his hands stroked her shoulders now, roamed across her collarbones, delved beneath the twisted towel holding her damp mass of tangled hair. The towel slipped free, slowly unwinding and falling across her back. Her hair spilled down around her shoulders.

  Tia leaned forward, dragging the damp strands across Luc’s groin. She tongued the length of his cock, squeezed gently with her fingers and licked the tiny slit at the end.

  Her other hand explored, tracing the thick muscles at the top of his thigh, slipping between his legs and catching the taut pouch holding his testicles. Cupping them in her palm, she gently massaged the solid orbs within his sac, licked the hot length of his cock and nibbled the sensitive head.

  Though she wouldn’t have thought it possible, Tia was sure he grew larger, harder. Luc’s breath whistled between his teeth as she increased her pace, applied more pressure.

  Gasping for breath, Luc grabbed Tia by the shoulders, dragged her the length of his body, and captured her mouth with his.

  Kissing him, sucking his tongue deep inside just as she’d done with his cock, Tia still managed to clasp his erection in her hand and guide him between her legs.

  Luc lifted his hips and buried himself deep inside her pussy with a single, well-directed thrust. Tia felt her inner muscles clench and tighten around his huge length, holding Luc as tightly as he’d held himself within his own fist.

  Tia placed her hands on Luc’s chest and rocked back on his thighs, closing her eyes with pleasure as she forced his cock even deeper, stuffing herself as full as her body would allow. When she felt Luc’s solid crown rest against the mouth of her womb, she shifted her hips, adjusted her thighs along his waist, seating him all the way. When Tia flexed her muscles around him, she felt his cock jerk in response.

  Luc’s hands smoothed the skin over her rib cage, found her breasts. His fingers pinched her sensitive nipples and tugged, dragging her close to his chest so that she lay draped across him.

  Lifting his hips, penetrating her deep and hard with each thrust, Luc quickly found a rhythm that threatened Tia’s control. One hand slipped between their bellies and he stroked her needy clit, applying just enough pressure to take Tia higher, sliding his finger back and forth in perfect time to the movement of his hips, the thrust of his cock.

  Heat built, a twisting, needy fire threatening to consume her, spreading from her gut to her fingers and toes, coiling deep inside and coming back to coalesce in a white-hot explosion of pure, unadulterated lust.

  One moment Tia had been cognizant of everything Luc did to excite her, the next found her spiraling out of control, arching her back up and away from his chest, opening her mouth to scream—hearing instead the blood-chilling cry of a she-wolf in heat.

  Sobbing, breath coming in short, sharp gasps, Tia fell forward on Luc’s chest just as he tensed, groaned, and filled her already flowing cunt with his seed. His muscles strained beneath hers, his chest labored, his arms clamped tightly around her waist.

  Body loose and trembling, heart thudding, eyes closing, Tia drifted on a pillow of warm, breathing body and pure sensation. She felt Luc’s cock as it continued to spasm inside her and concentrated on just that one point of existence.

  Luc’s heart slowed its thundering rush. Though he’d kept his barriers high and strong, Tia felt loved, worshipped.

  Claimed.

  She nuzzled the thick hair on his chest, sighed against his warm body, and drifted even deeper, further away from questions without answers, from confusion and turmoil.

  Drifted to a place where warm hands soothed her, stroked her body, massaged her breasts, her buttocks. Where everything was warm and breathing and so peaceful, and she lay in a field of calm, surrounded by heat and comfort.

  Her body was lifted by unseen hands. Tia whimpered, loath to part with her lover. Her pussy clenched helplessly when Luc’s softened penis slipped from her needy folds.

  Before she could feel true loss, lips found her breasts, long fingers stretched between her legs, massaged her aching clit so gently that the greedy bit of flesh rose once more in search of attention.

  Moaning, caught somewhere between dreams and a reality too perfect to consciously acknowledge, Tia sprawled on her back, legs spread wide, arms over her head. She inhaled and smelled only freshly showered bodies, the astringent scent of aftershave, the warm musk of clean male.

  The mouths on her breasts continued their deep suckling, the fingers between her legs touched her softly, tenderly. More hands massaged her buttocks and gently worked the sore muscles of her thighs and calves.

  Something warm and wet and very soft rubbed lightly between her legs. A washcloth…it had to be a washcloth cleaning the spill of Luc’s semen, the stickiness of her own fluids from her inner thighs, away from her sensitive pussy.

  The flat of a warm, damp tongue replaced the washcloth. Tia whimpered, arched her back, and opened her legs farther. Strong hands grasped her thighs, slipped around to her buttocks and spread her cheeks, parted her legs, opened her to full lips, a thick, powerful tongue, nipping teeth.

  Still the mouths at each breast suckled. Hands continued to stroke her sides, her back, her breasts…her legs.

  She should open her eyes, should come away from this amazing dream, but a blunt fingertip prodded her ass and another mouth found her lips, and it was too marvelous, too arousing to end such a lush fantasy.

  A mouth worked steadily between her legs, a thick finger probed her tight sphincter and slipped inside, matching the rhythm of the tongue in her pussy. The suction on her nipples grew more intense. Sharp nips and then steady pressure, fingers massaging and shaping each swollen globe.

  Something smooth brushed her lips and left a trail of moisture. Tia smiled at the salty taste, opened her mouth, and drew a large cock between her lips. Not Luc’s. The taste was different, the shape and size unfamiliar, but she sucked harder, drawing him into her mouth as the fantasy slowly gave way to reality.

  Still, she didn’t open her eyes. Who was this? Which of her packmates slowly, carefully fucked her mouth? Tia felt muscled thighs at either side of her face, the soft brush of testicles against her nose on each downward thrust.

  The lips and tongue between her legs grew more insistent. Another tongue stroked her belly, licked her smooth mons. Who was it? Was it the same person whose finger breached her ass?

  Someone else must be suckling her breasts…but who?

  Where was Luc? She didn’t feel him in the hands and mouths, lips and tongues worshipping her body. Tia opened her mind and sensed a lush haze of carnal thoughts all wound so tightly together the source was lost, the overall message practically omnipotent.

  The cock in her mouth grew more insistent, and she clasped it at the base with both hands, controlling the depth and pressure of each thrust.

  The finger in her bottom slipped free and a large cock found its way into her waiting pussy, filling her slowly, stretching her soft tissues until she thought she might burst. The lips and hands abandoned her breasts as the one fucking her mouth leaned forward and licked her belly again, slowly filled her mouth with cock, and ran his tongue once more across her smooth mons. Then he slipped himself free of her lips and moved aside.

  Only one man filled Tia now, thrusting harder, stronger, his deep-throated groans of pleasure turning her on as much as the powerful rhythm taking her close to the edge.

  Tia opened her eyes and looked into Tinker’s dark face. His eyes were closed, his mouth twisted in a tight grimace as he pumped hard and fast, lifting her hips in his huge hands, digging his fingers into her buttocks and filling her with the solid length of his cock. His balls slapped her butt on every downward thrus
t, the thick length of his penis dragged perfectly across her clitoris.

  Gasping, grabbing at his strong arms and lifting her hips to meet him, Tia climaxed hard and fast. Tinker followed, bellowing like a mad bull, his hips jerking and twisting with each spasm of his release.

  She’d not linked with him, felt no connection other than the meeting of their bodies. Now Tinker rolled away to one side, slipping free of her wet pussy with a soft sucking noise. Tia felt the thick cream of their release running slowly down the crease between her cheeks, but before the moisture could touch the rumpled sheets, Mik was there with a soft cloth, bathing her gently, smiling at her with a knowing grin.

  Tia opened her mind to Mik’s and found carnal images so explicit, so personal, she almost giggled. He saw the two of them in every position possible, but Tia discovered that what Mik wanted most was to come in her mouth. He wanted to feel her lips on him, her mouth suckling him as he climaxed.

  His cock was swollen and wet. Tia knew at once Mik was the one she’d already taken in her mouth. That left AJ and Jake…and Luc. She turned her head, but Luc was gone.

  Jake waited off to one side, reminding her of Luc and the way he’d looked when she’d first come into the loft tonight. Naked, his beautiful body gleaming in the low light, Jake slowly stroked his swollen cock, rolling the foreskin over the bulbous head, and then, with slow deliberation, pulling it back to repeat the process.

  When Tia caught his eye, he winked at her but never broke the slow, steady rhythm as he watched her and pleasured himself.

  The sight, the intensity of his gaze, the soft sweep of Mik’s damp washcloth between her legs had Tia panting and squirming within moments. AJ crawled close to her, nudged Mik aside, grabbed her hips, flipped Tia over on her belly, and then thrust his cock between her folds without any preparation at all.

  She didn’t need it. Wet and ready, Tia arched her back, taking him deep inside. Mik scooted around to her front and knelt before Tia. She grinned, raised herself up on her hands and knees, and, without a word, took his cock deep in her mouth. At this angle, Tia knew she could swallow him down her throat, though it wasn’t her favorite way to take a man.

  Mik seemed to sense exactly what she wanted. He pulled back until just the head remained between Tia’s lips, allowing her to determine how deep, how hard. With AJ filling her pussy and Mik slowly, carefully fucking her mouth, Tia’s body trembled on the edge of yet another climax.

  Still, in the back of her mind, she wondered where Luc had gone, why he’d left the room. Did it bother him to watch her with the rest of his packmates, even though he’d orchestrated this entire evening?

  With his thoughts blocked the past two days, she’d had no way of reading him. When would he open to her again, open the way he’d opened at the beginning? Worry about Luc threatened to take her out of the moment, but AJ reached around and found her clit, softly plucking and rubbing the sensitive organ between his fingers. Luc’s image faded from her thoughts and she concentrated on the two men loving her. Mik tensed as Tia compressed her lips around his cock and then tried to pull out of her mouth before he came.

  Tia held him between her lips, taking him even deeper, sucking hard and stroking him with her tongue until he stiffened and convulsed, his audible gasps of pleasure turning her on even more. Tia’s mouth filled with the warm, salty taste of Mik’s cum and she swallowed quickly, taking everything he gave. As Mik’s spasms turned to tiny pulses, AJ’s fingers compressed Tia’s clit and he rammed his cock deep inside.

  Tia arched her back, turned Mik’s shrinking cock loose, and screamed, joining both men in yet another climax. Laughing, weak, and trembling, she fell to the mattress with AJ still clasped to her hips. Mik’s cock hung limply between his legs, the shiny skin damp from her mouth.

  Tia looked up and realized Jake still watched her. His cock was huge, caught in his broad fist, the head as large as a plum and just as dark. Slowly, Jake rolled to his knees and crawled across the tumbled sheets to Tia.

  The look in his amber eyes was dark, intense, totally feral. His thoughts remained thoroughly blocked yet obviously focused on only Tia. He leaned over and kissed her, mindless of Mik’s semen on her lips. Jake palmed her breast and gently lifted her away from Mik. Mesmerized by Jake’s dark gaze, Tia allowed him to pull her to her knees and position her on the mattress with a tall stack of pillows under her belly.

  Then Jake knelt behind her and carefully spread her thighs, checking to make sure her legs were firmly planted. He ran his forefinger from her tailbone to her navel and then slowly made the journey back to her ass. He pressed her tight sphincter a couple of times, as though testing her muscles.

  Then he repeated the process.

  The slow deliberation of his movements turned her on more than mere touch might have. Tia moaned and shifted her hips under Jake’s slow exploration.

  He stroked her again, dipping into her wet and weeping pussy, twirling his thick finger around in her cream, dragging her fluids up the crease in her butt to press at her sphincter. He pressed slowly, firmly. This time he breached the sensitive opening.

  Tia grunted when he inserted one finger and then two and thrust slowly, in and out. With the third, she felt impaled on his hand, yet her body grew hotter, wetter.

  The others watched. She felt their arousal, heard their loud, panting breaths. Knew even Luc was aware of Jake’s deliberate motions, though he still hadn’t come into the room.

  Jake’s fingers continued their slow and steady thrusts deep inside her bottom. His other hand swept over her thigh, across her groin to cup her smooth mons. One finger raked her suddenly needy clit and Tia whimpered.

  She opened her thoughts to Jake’s but read only need and dark desire. He saw them fucking hard and fast, saw his huge cock penetrating her anally, making her come more than once with his hands, his mouth.

  The vision he shared made her hotter, took her higher. Tia shuddered. Jake’s three fingers slipped in and out of her ass, bringing Tia closer to orgasm. The pressure on her clit was so gentle, she barely felt it. She wanted more, wanted Jake inside her. Once more she found his thoughts, but the visual had changed.

  This time Jake saw her as a she-wolf, his bitch.

  Saw himself mounting her, taking her vaginally, not anally, filling her with his wolven cock, swelling and tying them together, binding Tia to him for all time.

  His fingers slipped quickly out of her ass. She felt the pressure of Jake’s human cock breaching her pussy, sensed his impending shift to wolf.

  “No. You can’t! I won’t!” She spun away, twisting out of Jake’s grasp just as he became the wolf. Snarling his frustration, Jake swung his big head back and forth, watching AJ, Mik, and Tinker. The three of them paused as if suspended in time, caught by their mate’s unexpected shift.

  Tia pressed back against the wall, almost at the same spot where Jake had waited. The sound of footsteps pounded on the stairs, followed by the hair-raising snarl of an enraged wolf and Jake’s angry growl as Luc flew into the room, teeth bared, eyes glinting.

  He went straight for Jake’s throat. Tia screamed. Tinker grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the way.

  “No! Let me go…. Luc will kill him. We can’t let him!” Tia struggled in Tinker’s strong grasp. She had no more effect than a fly swatting at an elephant.

  “He damned well can kill him if he wants, and it’s not our place to stop him. C’mon. This is no place for you.”

  Tinker barely had time to pull Tia down the stairs before Jake, as wolf, came flying down behind them. His neck was bleeding, but it was obvious the wound wasn’t serious. Luc followed and then unexpectedly stopped at the back door to watch as Jake raced across the meadow.

  When Luc turned around, he was once again human. He leaned against the door frame, his lean, naked body all hard muscle and taut sinew. Though his chest was heaving with each breath he took, his stance appeared unnaturally calm, considering what had just occurred. “Well, I certainly didn’t ex
pect that.” He glanced at Tia. His expression remained tight, unreadable. His thoughts were totally blocked, just as they’d been for the past couple days. He shook his head. “But I should have. I blew it. I’m sorry. I should have realized Jake would try to force the issue. It’s really not his fault. We all need…all want…” Luc rubbed his hand over his eyes. Speaking as much to himself as to Tia, he added, “We should have bonded first. Maybe not. I don’t know. Hell, I’ll go find him. Jake’s going to feel really bad about this.”

  Jake’s going to feel bad! Practically sputtering her outrage, Tia pulled out of Tinker’s grasp.

  Luc shifted and was out the door before she could get to him. AJ and Mik seemed to reach the same conclusion at the same time. Shifting as they ran, the two men followed Luc.

  The cabin seemed unnaturally quiet with all of them gone. Tia rounded on the one man remaining. The words, the anger and hurt, spilled out of her. “What the hell is going on? What about me? Jake tried to force me to bond with him. That’s rape. Luc’s more upset about Jake’s feelings than he is about me? I thought I meant something to Luc. He said he loved me. If that’s the way he shows love, I want no part of him.”

  Tinker held his arms wide and Tia threw herself against his broad chest. No matter that he was naked, that she was as well. He was Tinker and he seemed to be the only one who really cared about her, the only one who listened.

  He rested his chin on top of her head and hugged her close. Sobbing, Tia nestled against him, heart pounding, eyes burning, but somewhat calmed by the soft sweep of Tinker’s big, warm palm along her spine.

  Tia reached for Tinker’s thoughts. There was no way she could tell him in words how much his friendship meant, no way beyond the mental communication that was quickly becoming as natural to Tia as speech.

  Tinker’s mind was open, but he seemed faraway. Tia realized he was lost in memory, reliving something that had happened elsewhere. Tinker’s thoughts were clearly visible, inviting her to look, though on some level Tia knew, as she looked, that she broke every rule Luc had taught her, every Chanku law of privacy.